by Rhett Heath
“No, I am. Because I get to give you a hand job now!”
I was shocked. Jacob laughed, “You should see your face.”
“You’re fuckin’ awesome! Go for it. Do you want to, really?”
He nodded. “I’ve been wanting to since the other night in the equipment room.”
Then he came around and stood beside me. Hiking up his shirt sleeve he reached in the swirling water, grabbed my already hard dick, and began stroking.
“Wait, wait. What if I come?”
“Crap! I didn’t think of that.” He pulled his hand out of the water.
“We can still kiss,” I said, suddenly feeling shy.
“Yes, we can. And I know something you don’t. You only stay in here for twenty minutes, then you lie over there for ten, with that heating pad on it.” He nodded toward the training table. “So, I’ll jerk you off then!”
“Here, come over to this side of the tub so you’re facing the door and I can jerk you off. If anybody comes in, I can just put my arm here along the edge, and they won’t know your pants are even down. It’ll look like you’re just standing there talking.”
By the look on his face, I had surprised him, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You really want to jerk me off?” he asked.
“I want to do more than that, but, yes!”
He made his way around the tub, undid his pants, and slid them—with his underwear—down around his thighs. His dick, unhindered, shot straight up. It was a hundred percent erect and I was in heaven. It was an incredible sight. So much better than I could have ever imagined. His dick was perfect.
“I know. I’m already hard. I’ll probably come any second. I’m embarrassed.”
“Don’t be. You’re huge. Look at mine, I’m hard too! It’d be hot if you came right now; I want to taste it,” I said, grabbing his dick and stroking. “I really want to suck it. I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Oh, crap, don’t say that,” he moaned, pleasure evident in his voice. Then he seemed to remember something. Holding up a finger, indicating for me to stop stroking and wait, he slipped his pants up a bit and ran around the tub and over to a side room where the washer and dryers were running. He grabbed a ten-inch-high stool and brought it back.
“We height-impaired managers use it to reach an upper shelf in there that has the detergent, bleach bottles, and other stuff on it.”
Jacob set it down, stepped up on it, and his cock became level to my mouth.
“Holy shit! Awesome!” was all I got out before my mouth had engulfed his swollen shaft.
Amazing! I am actually sucking Jacob Thomas’s dick! It’s perfect. It feels perfect in my mouth. I hope it’s feeling okay. He’s moaning, so that’s good. Nice! Oh my God, he’s shaking. This is totally awesome! Wait, I’ve got to remember what I’m experiencing. His skin. His body. His voice. His hands. His cock in my mouth. His cock in my mouth!
As I sucked, he ran his fingers through my hair, his hands down my neck, and then began rubbing my shoulders. My one hand gripped his ass, sort of kneading his hole as the other gripped the rim of the tub, steadying us both. Am I going too far? No, I shouldn’t penetrate him, I thought, and backed off a little with my fingers. He warned me just before he blew his load, and when it happened, I just swallowed and swallowed and swallowed in perfect sync with his pumping. I was in such ecstasy that when he was drained I lay back in the tub, spent.
Jacob immediately stepped down from the stool, leaned in, and kissed me. He didn’t seem to care that he may be tasting his own cum. He may have been kissing me to taste it. We made out ferociously for another minute, a salty/sweet taste on both our tongues.
“Wait! Stop!” I said. “Stop, or I’ll come.”
He stopped just as the buzzer on a dryer sounded. “I can fold these towels. That can distract us, maybe.”
“You need to wipe yourself off a bit.”
He scuttled over to the laundry room, his pants around his ankles showing off his hot little ass, grabbed a dirty towel and wiped himself down. He buttoned up and got the towels from the dryer.
Then he ran them past me to the training table sort of behind me and started to fold them.
“Fucker!” I said, realizing he was teasing. “I can’t even see you back there.”
He laughed.
There was another table across the room. He loaded his arms again and took the load to that table, where I could watch him.
“Cool. You have a great ass, Jate.”
He arched his back to stick his ass out for me to admire more thoroughly.
“Did you just call me ‘Jate’?”
“Yeah.” I hesitated. “It’s short for J.T.—is that okay?”
“Yes! I like that you thought to call me that,” he said, turning to me. “Only a few people that I’m close to, like my mom, my brother, and only a couple of other people call me that.
“My brother says it just seems natural, and it fits me,” he continued. “It’s totally cool that it just came so naturally to you.” He darted over, kissed me, then ran back to his pile of towels.
“Cool. I’ll start calling you that when we’re alone. Maybe I heard your brother call you that during practice or something. Anyway, it does fit you.”
“You can start calling me that whenever. Nobody seems to use it, even though they hear it. And thanks for complimenting me on my butt. But we both know the whole school will vote for you as having the best butt in the senior class. Wait! No, they’ll vote for you as having the best eyes. No, no, no. Best body! No. Shoot, I can’t even guess at which you’ll win. Can a person win more than one?”
“Shut up!” I blushed. “I’m not good-looking at all. You’re funny.” I was sure my face and neck were beet red and it wasn’t because I was in the hot water.
“Oh my heck, are you blind? Have you no mirrors? You. Are. Perfect. You have a perfect everything. I’m a scrawny beanpole.” He continued folding.
What, was he high? “You’ll grow. Your brother is six foot, right? Plus, everybody in this school loves you! You’re the perfect one. ‘Have you no mirrors?’ Who says stuff like that? Only a smart person. Last year you never missed being on Honor Roll. I love that you’re smart.”
And I did.
“I think I have a subpar self-image,” he said, “and even lower self-esteem. I’m smart, but this school isn’t too difficult. I’ve been in a lot of plays. That’s where I got that phrasage, I guess; or verbiage or—phrase? I was in a play called Mr. Scrooge last winter. It’s a knock-off of Charles Dick—”
“Jate. Sorry to cut you off, but I saw you in it. I went just to watch you in it! I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I can’t at school either.”
“Oh my gosh!” He blushed, and I smiled. “How did you even know I was in it? What did you think? Did you like it?”
I was mesmerized by him and had forgotten what we were even talking about, then remembered. Mr. Scrooge.
“It was good. You were awesome. You and that Joseph kid were so good. My mom and dad would have just laughed had I told them I wanted to go, so when I told them I was going I said it was for an English assignment. I went with Celeste; her little sister was in it. I’m sure Celeste thought it was a date.”
“Oh, yeah. Allie. She is so talented,” he said. “I like her a lot. She’s amazing.”
“You’re so talented. You were amazing. That’s when I really started liking you.”
“Bobby, you are full of surprises.” He rushed over, kissing me, again.
A few seconds later as we composed ourselves and he had gone back to folding, he said, “So, anyway, what were we talking about? Oh yeah, there’s a line where Scrooge asks, ‘are there no prisons? Are there no workhouses?’ And I guess that’s why I said, ‘have you no mirrors?’ the way I did. I’m a total dorky, gay nerd. Even though I’m pretty good at acting and am pretty smart, I hate myself.”
“Just like me,” I said, shaking my head. “This ‘being gay’ thing has screwed us bo
th up—in that way.”
“This ‘being gay’ thing has, for me, become all-consuming,” he admitted.
“When did you actually start puberty?”
“Bah!” His face was instantly red. “You won’t believe it, but the first time I came was right after you grabbed that towel and I touched your dick.”
“No!”
“I swear.”
“No fuckin’ way!”
“Yes way, and the crazy part is that I was alone in the equipment room. The other managers had all left for just those few minutes. I quickly cleaned it all up and trashed my boxers; I freaked out. I still can’t believe it happened like it did!”
“Holy Shit! That’s hot!” Laying my head back, I stared at the ceiling.
“Oh my heck, I’m embarrassed now.”
“No, no, no. Don’t be, I’m—” I stopped because the whirlpool bell dinged. Jate brought over a few towels, laid one out on the floor, then helped me out of the tub. Then, while I just stood there, he toweled me dry, and yes, he spent a good amount of time making sure my ass and my junk were extra dry.
I let out a moan or two, but mostly we giggled like eight-year-olds as he dried me off. We were both giddy and hard as rocks. He grabbed my gym bag for me, then pulled out my jockstrap, looked at it, then at me—and smashed it to his face, taking a big whiff.
I laughed, and he slipped it on me and then got my gym shorts out and put them on me as well. Then, shirtless, I hobbled over to the training table and hoisted myself up. He took the little stool that he had stood on earlier, set it on the training table with some towels on top, and I carefully situated my leg up on it. He had plugged in the cord to the heating pad, and he wrapped it around my knee. I stretched out on the table, put my hands behind my neck trying to look sexy.
“Now what?” I said, grinning.
He turned away, starting for the towels he’d been folding. “I’ve got to finish these.”
“Oh.” How greedy could I possibly be?
“I’m kidding!” He hurried back over and kissed me again. “But I don’t know how I’m going to get at you. I mean, we can’t…. I mean, what if somebody comes in?”
The way I was lying there—with my bad leg up—made it difficult to pull my shorts down. I was already hard, the head of my cock was sticking out the top of my waistband. I bent my good knee, just a little—just enough that I could slip the shorts and jock down several inches.
“Will this do?” I sort of spread my legs, glancing at the door. He looked at my cock, then lower to my ball sac; he couldn’t look away. I was dying!
“Jeez, even your pubes are perfect,” he hummed.
Then it took exactly zero seconds for my dick to be engulfed down his throat. I was propped up on one elbow. I placed my other hand gently on his head to guide him, but he gagged.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Am I doing it right, though?”
“Hell, yah! Suck mostly on the head. That feels incredible.”
He did. He somehow got my head positioned in the back of his mouth, maybe by his soft palate, and used both his soft palate and the back part of his tongue and started sucking.
“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” I slowly drew out each word in one long breath. “Keep doing that! Holy Fuck! Shit, I’m going to come.” And I did.
“Ohmuhgawd, Ohmuhgawd. Oh. My. God.” I was rambling as he swallowed what seemed like six or seven gulps of cum, swallowing each gulp as more came.
I’d never come that much in my life.
When I stopped coming, my body started shuddering and jerking. After a few seconds, exhausted, I lifted my butt and pulled up my jock and shorts.
“What. The. Hell. That was amazing! What was that?” I asked, completely in shock, my body jerking again.
He smiled. “I didn’t even know what I was doing, but that last thing was cool.”
“You ain’t shittin’!”
I lay there, spent. Sweat coated my body.
Chapter Five
Jate
I HAD done that to him! I had done that to Bobby-of-my-wet-dreams-Versailles! Is this really happening? His body jerked again and we both laughed.
“I think I’m still orgasming, what the hell? I’m not coming anymore, though.”
“It’s hot!” I said. “It’s hot that I did that. That I caused it.”
“Yeah, no shit.” He shuddered. “When I pick you up after practice today, will you do that again?”
“Yes!”
Suddenly becoming even more elated than I could have possibly gotten, I took in a breath to get some clarity.
Calmer now, I remembered. “It’s been ten minutes, let’s get you back in the tub. I better get these towels folded too.”
Once I’d turned on the jets for another twenty minutes, he reached for me to come to him, and we made out some more. The stupid buzzer on the other dryer went off a few minutes later. I had those towels to fold, and the towels I hadn’t folded from earlier.
“Crap!”
“It’s okay. Get to it. I’ll watch. Stare at your ass.”
I went and got them out, and then, arm full, hurried across to where the others were and added them to the pile. I started folding them very seductively.
Bobby laughed, so I started laughing.
“We’re awesome,” he said, “no matter what anybody thinks of gay people.”
We talked about what our families would think of us, what our friends would do. We speculated on who else we thought was gay in the school. I told him about Kyle and about seeing Coach’s penis through the space between the curtains of his office.
“No way! What did it look like?”
I smiled. “Honestly, it was really similar to yours. I think yours is thicker around, but you’re both the same length when you’re limp.”
“Weird. It’s all just so weird.”
The whirlpool stopped. He got out and I dried him off again. We were both hard. I got him dressed and up on the training table, but had to finish folding the damn towels, so we only kissed for a few minutes.
“You’re done,” I lamented.
“There’s no reason for me to not stay, right?” he said, sensing it.
“Right,” I said, immediately perky.
He laughed. “I’ll help you; move the stool over so I can sit.”
I did, excited that he wanted to stay. Yanking the cord from the wall, he wound it around the heating pad, set it aside, then slid off the table, hopped over and sat.
He watched me once, then started folding alongside me. We sat quietly. I was trying to figure out something to say when he broke the ice.
“Just so we’re clear, I really like you a lot. I am pretty much infatuated with you, so don’t think this is anything but me wanting to get to know you, date you, grow to love you even more. I can’t get you out of my head. I haven’t been able to since your Christmas play.”
“Just so we’re clear. I’m freaking out!” I said, then realized he’d said, “love you even more,” which implied he already loved me. What the heck? “This is like the most surreal thing that could happen to somebody. I mean, the most attractive, popular guy in the school in love with me? Do you get that?”
“Whatever. Don’t think of me like that. I’m not much,” he said. “You’re more attractive than me, and popular and smart; it’s just that you’re not a senior. And I am in love with you, but I want to love you. I want to get to know you more because then there’ll be reasons that I love you. Now it’s just crazy because I don’t even know you enough to really say that I love you, but I do.”
He stopped speaking but kept folding towels. He looked a little uncomfortable. I didn’t know what to say.
“You,” he said, then stopped. “So, will you secretly be my boyfriend?”
I jerked my head toward him. “Totally!” I yipped, setting another towel on a stack. Reaching over, I hugged him and shoved my tongue in his mouth.
“Awesome,” he said, in between kisses.
I didn’t
dare, but after we stopped kissing for a second, I asked anyway. “I don’t want to ruin this, but, I have to ask.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“When you win Homecoming King will you admit that you are the hottest guy in the school?”
He stared at me. “That’ll never happen.” He laughed. “But, yes, as long as you give me another kiss.”
“Deal.”
We kissed for a few more minutes, then he finished helping me fold the last of the goddamn towels.
“You strut in to get your towel every day after practice looking like you know you’re hot stuff.”
“I was trying to be sexy to tempt you! I was just walking that way for you.”
“Well, it worked!”
We laughed. Then he stopped.
“Now we get to pretend that none of this happened,” he said, with not an ounce of joy in his tone. We wrapped ourselves into an embrace and just held each other.
After some time, I don’t know how long, he started shaking a little. When I leaned back to see what was going on, he’d been crying.
“I’m stupid. I’m so gay,” he said, wiping his eyes, “but I’m so happy I’m leaking!”
“Leaking,” I said, “seems like a good thing.” I kissed the tears on his cheeks, hugged him again, then kissed him again. It was a lingering, soft kiss. He had perfect lips.
“You’re a great kisser,” he said, leaning back a bit. “Am I?”
“Yes, you seem to be great at everything. Am I really a good kisser?”
“Yes! So much better than the girls I’ve had to kiss.”
“Ew!”
“I know,” he replied. “It sucks.”
I stepped away to let him leave. We decided he should leave, then I’d come a few minutes later.
He hobbled to the door as I began the task of placing all the towels on shelves for the next day’s PE classes, and then put some in a container to take to the other locker room.
“Later,” he said, not turning around to see that I was beaming.
“Later,” I said, thinking I sounded ridiculous.
I WAS so naive that I didn’t even understand anything about being gay. My parents had just purchased our first ever VCR player the Christmas before; porno magazines were all I would have known existed. The only reason I knew anything about oral sex was from some heterosexual porno magazines my supposed best friend found in his uncle’s attic. There were photos of big-breasted women performing oral sex on big schlongs; while Craig would be checking out the women, I’d be checking out the men.